Light Shining Out of Darkness
| God moves in a mysterious way, |
| His wonders to perform; |
| He plants his footsteps in the sea, |
| And rides upon the storm. |
| Deep in unfathomable mines |
| Of never failing skill |
| He treasures up his bright designs, |
| And works his sovereign will. |
| Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, |
| The clouds ye so much dread |
| Are big with mercy, and shall break |
| In blessings on your head. |
| Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, |
| But trust him for his grace; |
| Behind a frowning providence, |
| He hides a smiling face. |
| His purposes will ripen fast, |
| Unfolding every hour; |
| The bud may have a bitter taste, |
| But sweet will be the flower. -William Cowper |
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